Who: Sam Winchester; OPEN (Callout to Dean Winchester however.)
Where: The ballroom
When: 2:00 pm
Rating: TBA
OOC: Please to be in a posting order.

After Sam had left the kitchen, he'd once again found himself wondering the halls in confusion. He still didn't know where he was or what his purpose in being here was, but for a brief second Sam feared that someone who'd they'd just defeated wasn't so defeated and once again causing chaos with starting the same battle royale scenario over. It couldn't be possible though, for one, none of the people he'd previously met in the kitchen had any connection to his dreams, and two, that bastard was destroyed; the colt wouldn't miss.

An eerie presence continued to linger down on Sam as he'd ventured forth and soon found himself in a spacious and exquisite ballroom. The cold that followed him only grew as the empty air expanded with the airy room. Whoever owned this place wasn't cheap on the furniture either; the place was filled with antiques that could be worth thousands of dollars if auctioned. There was a sudden chill in the air just then and worried as to what might have caused that feeling, Sam knew he wasn't alone.

Who: Spence and Rain, and Alice.
Where: To the kitchen, away!
When: 1:30.
Rating: Rated Aaaarrrr (R. for language)
OOC: Posting order you *$$%^^%##@!!! (Some what.)

Sitting up on the counter swinging her legs back and forth had Rain stared at the old coffee pot, sure that it could do the job. But something else was on her mind. Guilt? No. Alice? No. It was Spence, he was plaguing her thoughts. The woman huffed silently as she jumped down from the counter and took a stance against it, rolling her eyes back a little into a slight glare.

"Why'd you do it?...for her?"